So far, being 2 has consisted of eating a bagel on a ride-on John Deere tractor and taking a dozen cupcakes to daycare. Last year, when Duncan turned 1, he had no interest in his cake (though he ate brussels sprouts like candy). Apparently, turning 2 is all about cake. When we inquired about his preferred birthday dinner, he replied "cake." When we asked "what tomorrow is," he said "cake." "Whose birthday is it tomorrow?" "Cake." "How old will you be on your birthday?" "Cake." Our unwillingness to serve cake on the penultimate night of his second year as well as our unwillingness to serve cake for breakfast to mark the beginning of his third year were met with admonition. Never fear, young toddler, there will be much cake in the week to come.
By the way (refer to previous post), Duncan DID wake me up at 12:40 so that I would spend the moment of his birth with him at 12:41.
Cake and tractor pictures to follow, but here is a picture of his first birthday for comparison.